The Kif Strike Back by CJ Cherryh

“It occurs to me.” Pyanfar drew a deep, deep breath. “Occurs to me real strong lately. It’s going to be a lot stronger feeling on that dock.”

There was quiet on the bridge, except for the occasional beep from a system needing the crew’s attention. “Revert to posts?” Tirun queried.

“When you’re covered,” Haral said. -Seats whispered and hummed, Hilfy and Khym settling in. Ready-lights came live in the sorting-out of crew.

“Kkkk-kkt.” From the kif.

“Shut it down.” (Tirun’s voice.)

“Jik’s response,” Hilfy said. “He says to our query, just stay it. Vigilance says, quote: Follow orders.”

“No reply,” Pyanfar said.

So what’s Vigilance up to, huh? Ehrran was still going along with it-at this range.

And Jik with that ship at his side-

Strike first, the kif advised, knowing his own kind. Kif would.

A dire, ugly thought offered itself in the wake of that musing: that all chaos might break out just about the time those ships came in; among all those kif, with projectiles loosed, accidents might happen, ships losing track of where fire had been laid down-

-if things went wrong, if they were betrayed and shooting started-

A very easy accident. Like one hani ship running into the other’s fire.

-blast Vigilance’s vanes and leave them for the kif. Take out the witnesses and all those records-

It was not Chanur’s style. It was, gods help them, Sikkukkut’s own simple way.

-^-want make sure you not come ‘cross bow with Vigilance at Kefk-

Take out the witnesses.

With The Pride lost-there were piles of evidence and charges in Vigilance’s databanks. And Vigilance could go back to the han and offer it all uncontested, how Chanur betrayed hani and the han. Take The Pride out and accuse Chanur, and let Kohan Chanur fall; then the carrion-lovers-moved in and homeworld took the course Ehrran and her ilk longed for.

But accidents could go either direction-if the shooting started.

A gods-cursed kif put such thoughts into her head. Vigilance had no kif to advise them: could an Anuurn hani ever think of such a vile thing unhelped?

-Out in the dark spots too long, Haral said of Jik.

Maybe, she thought, it described an aging hani captain all too well.

“We’re getting dock assignment,” Haral said at last, as if they were approaching any port in all the Compact. “Number 2. That’s Jik beyond Ehrran, Harukk way down the row.”

“Methane-side’s transmitting,” Tirun said, “docking for the tc’a.”

“Looks like a Compact standard setup,” Haral said while Pyanfar kept her attention on business. “Give or take the guns and the guardstations. No ship-names, rot their eyes. But we got a knnn in there, along with six tc’a.”

“I don’t like that,” Pyanfar said. “Gods, I don’t like that.”

A handful of tc’a in port and two more insystem, busy, doubtless, with tc’aIchi affairs, which was mostly mining and some cultivation, in their side of the station, of the cultures which methane-breathers relished, part furniture, part food. No threat there.

But anomalous behavior around a knnn-drew attention. Undoubtedly they had its notice. It was sitting still. Minding its own business. Watching, maybe, the curious madness of oxy breathers.

“Acknowledge the instruction,” Pyanfar said.

“Kkkkt.” From the kif.

They were far past the mark when they should have started realspace braking in any friendly system. Lagtime between themselves and Jik stayed constant. Between them and station collectively it had decreased.

Suddenly Jik’s number started ticking down.

“Jik’s group is braking,” Chur said in the same moment.

“We get a confirm on com,” Tirun said.

“Looks like here we go.”

“Transmission from Harukk,” Tirun said. “They want- get that!-Orders to the kif to brake.”

“Priority: Aja Jin: Quote: Stay with the tc’a.”

” ‘Stay with the tc’a’,” Haral muttered, switch-flicking. “Match moves with a polybrained gods-be snake-Good gods. What’s he think we are?”

“A prime target,” Pyanfar said. “That’s what. He’s next

to Sikkukkut. He wants us in the old snake’s shadow, right up to station. Like we were real cozy. I’m willing if it is.” She reached and snapped the restraints in place, chest-belt and arm-brace. “Snug in. Gods, Chur-you fit for this? Straight answer.”

“I’m fit. Soon be in this chair as walking that corridor back to quarters, I’ll tell you.”

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